D12 - Bring Our Boys lyrics

Emceeeeeeees, RUN!
Or get hit with my verbal gun!
This mic weighs a ton! Dozen battles for fun
I'll disrespect you and your crew
Here comes MC Eye-Kyu!

Your fakeness is atrocious
Post this deep in yo' hypnosis
Then focus, roll this and smoke this
Like L's of that bomb-ass herb
That's guaranteed to rock bells
A Hip-Hop ReFugee like Prazwell
Travellin' cities pimpin'
Babblin' biddies game trump tight to solidify
Computerized to get rid of spies -
Know what I do to guys
Shootin' and spittin' lies?
I'm banishin' existance
Just vanish any instances
Brandishin' sentences
Provin' repentence is the only way to see me


Don't miss these
Me and my crew smoke so many
Trees that I piss leaves
Never bammer bitch please
But keep smoke in my system
Roll blunts- it's all tight on a off night
I still smoke like exhaust pipes
And bust a universal flow to
Blow your wig back like niggas with toupees
Drivin' a convertible
And furthermore I run the board
Yo' shit is played and the way you fell off
You couldn't bounce back with a bungee cord

Bring your boys and
We can bring the noise and
You don't wanna fuck with Dirty Dozen!

My crew is like amazed
Put in fear like ex-slaves
Who wanna step to this microphone
And think that they BRAVE?
Dozen always startin' the fuckin' beef
I don't give a fuck if you from Kansas
I'm still the fuckin' chief
Back the fuck up I'm releasin' my dum dums
Tell your whore stop pagin me, 9-1-1
I'm a star that they call Bizarre
Smokin' blunts with Mel Farr in
My brand new car
What nigga in their right mind wanna see me?
If I was in Arizona
I'd still request iced tea
Bizarre don't give a shit about you
On top of the mountain - ain't
Nuttin' your bitch-ass crew can do
Sick MC that they call Peter
Treat your crew like an
Unexpected meter reader
Talkin' more shit than Howard Cosell
Butt-fuckin' jezebels in nasty hotels

How you think yo' crew
Sound compared to this?
It's the team that yo' entire
Clique is scared to diss
Demandin' attentions when the Glock sound
Y'all niggas to be murdered like
Jeffrey Dahmer's on lock down
I'm Brown like Bobby
Pullin' hoes like Whitney take your title
Kill your moms- so you won't forget me
Lips sealed nigga
I might blow important plots
Whoever front is gettin' done
Like Michael Jordan pops
Yo I'm number one translator
Mic famed Dirty D
Y'all niggas gettin' hung like this was 1933
Got word of me- now flee
Cause you ain't got a chance
Death is three easy steps
So now we gotta dance
So look away don't play with the style master
I love killing' beef
So I kill a whole cow pasture
Lyrically, I'm sick ill, everything but sober
My nickel-plate, pack the disc tray
Jack and fool get fucked over - BRING IT!

Dirty Dozen is the clique so walk
Right over and lynch ya'
Rip the ass right out ya'
Pants like a Doberman Pinscher
Like the cobra and ninja
My intention's to injure
And prevent ya from enterin' from
An inch of my center
Or get your motherfuckin' pants
Split at the creases
Fuckin' you intellectually
Givin' you mental sexually
Transmitted diseases
My duty is to keep a stranger barred
I guard my sector like a Saint
Bernard and this ain't your yard
Bringin' the noise like a
Trigger happy gun slinger
Droppin' your whole clique with one
Finger 'til none linger
Beware of my dogs attackin' like
A pack of Great Danes
Chargin' like freight trains through
The great plains